Sun, 10/19/2014 - 20:41 -- AJay

I guess I should just tear you off

Because you seem to want to define me

I guess because I resemble a Hershey's kiss

I'm just as smart as one but half as sweet

Because I look like I'm from African

I can't be angry without being barbaric

Can't be sad without having something life-threatening

Or be happy without being degenerate

Because I am is a colour

If you're white, you are powerful,

If you're Hispanic or Latino, you're poor

And if you're Asian, you're a genius

We're a bunch of statistics in the eyes of the government

And the name-calling and stereotypes make it worse

All we do is make it so that they are right

And it has to stop... because colour doesn't define us

We all bleed red and shit brown

But just because I am brown makes me stupid?

And just because she is tan makes her smart?

Does that make sense to anyone?

Just because he's the colour of the night sky makes him aggressive and dangerous?

Just because she is the color of marshmallows makes her more beautiful?

Well, if that's the case, I don't need my skin

I refuse to be another statistic


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